I dwell in the north in the green country,Far I'm here, far I'm hereAnd I take to my rest at the end of day,Whilst o'erhead pretty stars do play.And then I dream along,Then I make a songAbout everything that I've known and felt,And it makes my sadness meltThen I wake up in the funny old kind of day,The rain has gone away,Watching the children sing and playIn the garden and the roadway.Up comes a little one singing a songAbout a friend she knows called Rosie.Off to the greenwood you must go, bring-a me one fine posie.All of a sudden I'm light as air, I feel sad as a butterfly.Oh, I dwell with my pride and my songs and thingsWearily, oh so wearilyAnd I dream of the girl with the sunshine eyeSundaily, whatever she may be.And then I dream alongThen I make a songAbout everything that I've known and feltAnd it makes my sadness melt.Then I wake up in the funny old kind of day,The rain has gone awayWatching the children sing and playIn the garden and the roadwayUp comes a little one singing a songAbout a friend she knows called Rosie.Off to the greenwood you must go, bring-a me one fine posie.All of a sudden I'm light as air, I feel sad as a butterfly.Oh, I dwell in the north in the green country,Far I'm here, far I'm hereAnd I dream of the girl with the sunshine eyeSundaily, whatever she may be.And then I dream along,And then I make a songAbout everything that I've known and felt,And it makes my sadness melt.